Nameless traveler, where are you going?
River water circulates in the blood
Mountains and rivers are silent in memory
Iron birds fly by, houses rise
The old man died of heartache, and the new man was buried in the rubble
What can you do, silent man
You know that life can't buy love, and good people can't find their hometown accent
Sooner or later people will see your story as a newly unearthed artifact
Aesthetic in ruins, excited in famine
They say, "The past is so hard, the past is so stupid" (Note)
They can't see the history under the waves
Like the voice of a thousand mansions perishing
Note: This sentence comes from the end of Liu Cixin's short story "Earth Fire"
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